As a child, I'd close my eyes and move to the music. I didn't know that this was dancing, only that my body felt the rhythms. Fast, slow, furious, passionate, sincere, quiet. Without labels, I was able to tap into the universe, feel all that was, is and would probably be. Later my best friend would play the piano at college late at night and I'd close my eyes and move my body to her music. We took a slice out of time to express our inner selves. I can't sing, play an instrument, but I write and I dance as a way to connect with the universal emotions of all inhabitants. I too have had my share of losses, cancer, divorce, emotional struggles, pain of abuse. I too have had my share of joys, motherhood, education, service to the community, and deep relationships with family, friends, and mother nature. I still hear the rhythmsof the wind, the horses as the neigh, the pattern of the woodpecker, the blob of the frog as it enters the pond. I close my eyes and take a slice of time and sway in honor of all that is..